beverly wasn’t exactly on the tour because she cared about history. more so ever since the discovery of missing a few key memories she wanted to know more about this place. if she couldn’t remember everything that was gone, she at least wanted to know WHY it happened. what was actually real && what was only in her head, at the very least. but as she assumed, it wasn’t as if the tour was going to give her all the answers. why would it ever be so easy ?? with a sigh, she wandered to the other, arms crossed as digits rubbed at elbows ; a nervous, deep in thought habit of hers. “the books you mentioned, do they go back even further than the years you talked about or —” words trailed off, brows furrowed as bev noticed the other’s pasted expression. she offered a small, kind grin in return. “— long day ??” bev knew all about those.
How quickly things could change. The mood in the town seemed to match Lucy’s now and she didn’t once think she should do something to cheer things up. She was tired of the lies. Lies that she wouldn’t have to return to this wretched world. Lies that her oldest brother and sister believed so thoroughly, it made her angry and she was more and more frequently wishing they would never be able to remember anything ever again. She wished she could forget everything. Lucy had stopped caring. She felt nothing. Not even hatred. To feel hatred would mean she still cared about something. She went to work on autopilot, not listening to a word anyone else was saying let alone her own words. She had the dialogue memorized by now. She didn’t need to pay attention. “And that concludes the tour for today. If you’d like to learn more about the town, make sure to check the gift shop for books on the history of Ivywood. There’s a sale on books to the end of the week.” The pasted on smile fell away as soon as she turned from the group.